I don't like to choose.
I prefer not to lose.
I don't want to win,
There's no rush I'm in.

I do not like to wait.
I prefer not to hate.
I don't want to remember,
There is no use to play stronger.

I don't accept my twisted logic.
I prefer joy, not pain, it's tragic.
I gained nothing there and it's a shame,
That so much men suffer in vain.

I don't take advice.
I know its severe price.
I could never laugh at wars,
Though it's funny, how far is close.

I don't long for holy fame,
I need no justice, cleansing flame.
I despise revenge, all the like,
The real is enough mess to fight.